#vampire bakugo

[linoopse]

That's easier to have a meal if the food wants to be consumed!

Vampire Shoto'd been like this for a while... He gave up on finding his own happiness until he saw a young man. Katsuki was fighting with serious injuries until his last breath. Shoto turned him into a vampite, and they lived happily ever after. But someone from Katsuki's past life appeared. What a weird but charming man! It's like he almost wants to be eaten.

[k-v-1-0-12]

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Vampire Katsuki x Reader.

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In honor of Halloween being tomorrow I decided to write this, hope you enjoy!

Warnings! - Possessive Katsuki! Mentions of blood, slight stalking, shy reader, mentions of killing and death, manipulative Katsuki, yandere tendencies, mentions of forced love, reader is fem bodied and usese she/her pronouns, This is NOT proof read. If any of these things bother you'd I'd sugest not reading.

This is written simply for entertainment purposese. These types of relationships are not healthy!

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Vampire Katsuki is definitely a handful to handle. Once he's got his hands on you he sure as hell isn't backing off. No matter what you or anyone else says. And if anyone attempts to tell him anything he'll just drain them of all the blood they have in their body. But it's all for you.

Don't be fooled though. While Katsuki can be a little possessive he understands that you are human. And humans are frail…weak. They have so many needs and wants. There's a lot of it he doesn't understand, but he will give you space if asked. But not for very long.

Katsuki is the same towards you as he is anyone else. At least that's what he wants you to think. He can't have you trying to slip away from him. He's a patient man, all good things come to those who wait right? You don't need to know that he has eyes on you at all times. Or that he's the one who makes sure your door is locked at night.

Katsuki doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing. He's just protecting you. He hasn't harmed you in anyway. In fact the complete opposite, he gives you small gifts or he will make you desserts he knows you enjoy. Despite human food not being all that appealing to him he'll wat it so you won't become suspicious of him. He will do anything for his precious.

Katsuki loves you, whether it's platonic or romantic he's unsure... He'd do this for all of his friends right? Or are you special. Something no one or nothing has ever been to him. But if that's the case this only dither proves his actions are okay! You must "protect" the people you love.

He won't go as far as to isolate you from everyone. Yet. He enjoys interacting with his friends so why would he keep that pleasure from you? However when it comes to new people that's a bit different. Shouldn't you be satisfied with what you have? Humans are so greedy. He'd never tell you that to your face though. He has to keep you around. But even if you attempt to run. He wouldn't be able to go.. It makes his heart ache and a unfamiliar knot forms in his throat when thinking about such things. He can't loose you. He has to keep you safe!

Katsuki loves the fact that you're all shy around him. It had been like that ever since you meet. He finds it oddly adorable that you can't look him in the eyes when you speak. Or whenever he compliments you a small blush appears on you cheeks. Or even the fact that when he gets a tad bit to close you can't bother to step away or meet his gaze. Yes it's absolutely a wonderful sight for his Vermilion eyes.

Don't be worried. Although you blood does smell really sweet and god awfully delicious he'd never actually take it... Not without your permission. That's what he told you. And you had to believe him, Katsuki had never done anything to hurt you so why would he now? Whenever his eyes lingered on your collarbone for just a tad bit too long he always claimed to be deep in thought. Yes.. He'd never hurt you. He's obsessed, he loves you. You should know that silly!

Kasuki! Will continue to be patient. And he will wait until the perfect moment to confess his feelings. And if you don't accept... Well, it seems he will just have to make you. But that's okay, we can all learn to love right? Even naive stupid human girls like yourself!

Katsuki is gentle with you. He won't kill in front of you or even mention it because he knows it makes you neveous. He knows a hell of a lot more than that. What you like to do for fun.. What time you sleep at night. What time you wake up. What you eat for breakfast. How long it takes you to shower. He knows everything about you. Just how a lover should!Don't be worried he will take real good care of you. Even if you can't see that's what you need. He will convince you that's what you need. "Y/n humans are frail.. Someone my side or better could have you cornered in seconds. Is that what you want? I'm only trying to protect you. You know that right? I'd never hurt you." It would be that or another excuse for any time you wanted to go on a date with some random prick. Or go someplace new without him.

He'd always protect you. And love you. And you'd give him that same love back. You have no other choices after all silly girl!

Authors note- Hope you enjoyed! Have a good Halloween! Let me know if I missed any warnings.

[katelynthecrazy]

A Lost Tulip

       The twenty-first century was a cold, dark place for Katsuki. So quiet. So still.

       Not literally, of course, not with all the sudden, new, human hubbub going around. Cell phones were apparently all the rage now, though Katsuki remembered like it was yesteryear when trains and telegraphs had the same effect. Humans, such simple-minded creatures. Easy prey.

       Katsuki was numb to it all. He'd been that way for centuries, and it couldn't be helped. He was alone in this world, and it was an awful, dark, quiet feeling. Truly and wholly alone.

       Humanity it seemed, despite all its advancements, was on the decline. Every year he watched each generation of humans get stupider, and stupider, and stupider. Katsuki seemed to have a front row seat to endless entertainment, though it had long since gotten terribly tedious. Teaching. BLEH.

       Japanese and European history. A fascinating subject to anyone who cared, which very few of his pupils ever did. The mumbling, stuttering, freckled boy in the front row, and his loud, uptight friend did, at least. The pop star imitator in the back couldn't care less. And the energetic sparkplug dead center? Forget it.

       Katsuki growled to himself and pulled up his coat collar around his cheeks, his breath fanning out before him in an icy cloud. Teaching no longer gave him the same reprieve it used to. No longer made him feel as though he was giving back to humanity for all the pain he had caused it. Now it was simply nothing more than a human job with idiot pupils and idiot colleages each more titled and pompous than the last. Not one could tell him when his birthday was, and he'd been working at the college for the past two decades. Not one noticed he looked not a day over thirty. Fools.

     Growling louder, bitterly, Katsuki turned and stomped up the steps to the museum. He'd been asked to verify an artifact that had been excavated out of a tomb in Kyoto, and he'd decided to do one last favor for the university before retiring at the end of the semester. He hadn't been to the western side of the world since the war. Maybe he should visit. California was supposed to be nice this time of year.

       Inside it was stiflingly warm and reeked of air purifiers and squished humans. And death. Places like this always reeked of death. An enormous Tyrannosaur stood on display in the middle of the foyer, threatening the guests with its terrifying maw. Now there was a beast far older than Katsuki, a reigning king long before the time of humans, when magic from the heavens had wiped out their kind. Poor, wingless dragon.

       He strode past the lifeless bones, his scarf pulled over his nose to protect it from the rank smell of death. Even after all his centuries, he still forgot he didn't need to breathe. He had a task to complete here, and then he could leave.

       He shook hands with the museum curator when they crossed paths, a gangly, severe-looking fellow, and the human male led him through a new wing of the museum to a dark, cool room filled with artifacts. Many were broken, some were being restored to the best of their capabilities, but the vase from Kyoto that Katsuki had been sent to inspect was standing proudly on one of the tables.

       Katsuki sucked in a breath when he saw it, the faded markings stirring something very old within him. "Well, what do you know?" He mused. "It is real."

       "Pardon?" The curator looked a bit taken aback, and Katsuki realized he must have interrupted to fascinatingly boring spiel about the museum's proudly drab history. "Ah, the vase. How can you tell?"

       Katsuki hummed lowly as he approached the pedastal, pulling one hand from his pocket to hover over the clay lip of the jar. Already he could feel the magic humming from it, but this man wouldn't accept that answer. Humans rarely realized the presence of magic relics. "Tell me," he grinned. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

       The curator scoffed. "I believe in science."

       Katsuki's smile fell. Oh, for the good days, when people feared the right things. "Pity," he sighed. "Jars like these were thought to have once been used to hold ancient spirits. Ghosts, demons, immortals--their essence. The paint on this one is at least four, maybe five hundred years old. According to the markings, this one held a vampire."

       The curator did not look impressed. "You can read that?"

       "I'm an expert in most languages." Comes with living through their creation. "The scripture says she made tools out of blood, a princess of her time." He passed closer to the jar, hoping to feel a hum a familiarity. His hopes faded, and he slipped his hand back into his pocket. His friend was gone. Maybe they would cross paths again, now that she was free of her prison. He somewhat missed Momo. "However, it seems she's moved on. Lucky for you, I suppose. I take it I'm done here?"

       Grumbling to himself, the curator offered no protest, so Katsuki turned to leave.

       As he did, his eye caught a smashed piece of clay. "What is that?

       "Another ghost pot," the man responded, the roll of his eyes audible to Katsuki's ears. "This one we found in--"

       "Chiba," Katsuki finished. His long silent heart seemed to thump in his chest. "The demon of stone. You've broken it."

       "The excavators hadn't known what they found," he sighed. "They allowed it to fall when they moved it."

       Fall. "I see," Katsuki forced himself to speak over the driness in his tongue. He needed a drink. "Pity, it would have been quite the matching set." Thank you.

       He turned and left, striding through the halls with purpose. His sudden thirst clawed at him, and he knew the dark hallways would tempt him if he stayed too long. It had been days since his last meal. He made a turn into the art gallery, welcoming the light, and slowed his pace. The doors were ahead of him, fresh air away from the temptation of human, if he could just--

       His eyes caught again, and this time his breath left him.

       A woman and two men stood before a painting right in the middle of the hall. The small petite female acknowledged Katsuki with a nod before turning back to the artwork that Katsuki knew so well, her head inclined in interest. "He looks so sad," she remarked as her two companions moved on.

       Katsuki swallowed the painful lump swelling in his throat and tried to take a calming breath, but even the scents of this place haunted him, so he held off. "Yes," he agreed. "He was."

       She looked at him curiously, but he paid her no mind. His eyes stared transfixed at the man in the painting, long raven hair falling over his back. It was a side profile for the most part, but a simple turn of his shoulder revealed most of his back and the intricate mess of red braids and knots down the back of a dark kimono. But he faced down, away from the painter, and his red eyes did look very, very sad. Drooping from his hand hung a red, battered tulip

       'I can't stand this anymore. The war is outside, and--'

       'And what would you do, bring the war here? They're human, they'll die anyway.'

       'But this is senseless! Why must they fight like this? For what?'

       'Because they're foolish, now sit down--'

       'Why do you care if I fight? What harm can they do to me?'

       'Of course, I care. I have no wish to see my love upon a stake. If they found what we are, they could do quite a bit to you. Please, Eijiro. Sit down.'

       Katsuki's hand twitched, his lip quivering in threat.

       'Keep painting, Katsuki, but I won't sit. I won't watch our home burn down around us.'

       "You speak like you knew him," she chuckled nervously.

       I did. "I'm a historian," he said instead, choosing his words carefully. "This is... this is the last painting this artist ever completed. It's almost seven hundred years old. He gave up painting after this man moved on."

       "Oh," she smiled, and looked back at the painting. "Is he famous, then? For you to know much about him."

       "No, he wasn't. And the artist only signed his work by hiding red tulips in his designs. He never gave a name."

       "Red tulips," she mused. "How romantic. I'm an literature major," she supplied when Katsuki looked at her curiously. "Tulips, red in particular, are used to show--"

       "True love," Katsuki murmured. "Yes, I'm well aware."

       She clamped her lips shut, but Katsuki couldn't care if he had offended her. She bounced back quickly enough, just as he was turning to leave. She nodded her head at her friends, whom had wandered down the hall. "Maybe you could help us, actually. My friend is looking for something specific. Do you think you might know where it would be?"

       Katsuki hummed. She had been a pleasant conversationalist, at least. "That depends on what it is."

       "A ceramic, I think he said. A kind of clay jar, but really old, and--"

       He stiffened. What a fucking coincidence. "What business does your 'friend' have looking for a kameosa?" he growled.

       "He says he thinks it will help him with his memories," she answered slowly. "Um... he's also looking for a sword? He said something about... cutting the um... the painting."

       Katsuki's eye twitched, a fang threatening to extend. Fuck, he was hungry, and now he was pissed. He motioned for her to come closer, and growled at her when she did. "Tell that friend of yours that he'll be hard pressed finding a katana in the condition he wants here, and tell him to keep his fucking claws off my painting."

       "'Your--'" Her shock faded surprisingly fast, quickly replaced with startling clarity. "You must be familiar with his diet then. Can you help him?"

       "No," he growled. He was sure his fangs did distend then, as she backed away.

      One of her two friends swooped in to rescue her, the other on his heels. "Okay, Ochaco, that's quite enough. Let's leave the nice man alo--Professor?"

       Katsuki blinked through the haze, finding the one who had recognized him, a primal, rumbling growl still reverberating deeply in his chest. "Midoriya."

       Human. Which meant the other had to be--

       "Katsuki?"

       Katsuki's growling came to a choking halt as the old voice, achingly soft and lilted from an ancient forgotten dialect, shot through his ears. He forced himself to look past the other boy to the vampire. Fangs extended, glowing red eyes and all. Red hair stuck out in a freshly cut mass on his head, pushed out of his face by a stretched out headband that matched the hodpodge of other clothes that didn't fit him. Tall, broadly muscled, lost. Hopeful.

       Eijiro.

       The girl, Ochaco, pulled Midoriya to the side and said something to him quickly. Midoriya stiffened, probably realizing that his history professor had been a vampire all semester.

       Eijiro, Eijiro, Eijiro.

       The other vampire swallowed nervously, uncomfortable under Katsuki's startled gaze. "I'm sorry," he whispered, quiet enough for only Katsuki's ears. His voice trembled. "You were right. I should have listened. I shouldn't have gone. I should've--"

       Mine.

       Space moved at Katsuki's speed, ancient magic pushing him forward. Suddenly the past six hundred years didn't matter. He'd waited centuries to hear that voice again, waking everyday to longing and regret. But those years wouldn't matter if he got to hold him one more time. Where any other creature would have broken under the force of the impact, Eijiro's arms snapped around him tightly, hugging him against a familiar body he thought he never feel again.

       "Stupid, blood-brained, idiot," Katsuki scolded against his neck. Pressed there against the gentle thump of the recently fed, the stolen life under his skin. Katsuki burrowed into the warmth, hiding the way he shook in the other's arms, the way the heat behind his eyes threatened to spill.

       Was this even real? Could this just be a hunger-induced hallucination?

       Eijiro sobbed quietly into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter still. He smelled of cinnamon and spring rain, undercut by bitter hints of rust and clay dust. He smelled like blood. He smelled old. But he smelled like Eijiro. "I thought you'd be mad at me--"

       "I am mad at you. Six hundred fucking years, Ei. I missed you, goddamnit."

       His laugh brought down a slice of heaven to their cursed souls. Katsuki relaxed, though the sound was gone just as quickly, replaced by a sniffle. "What's a goddamnit?"

       "A lot changes in six hundred years," Katsuki scoffed. "You've missed everything."

       "I'm sorry. I'm here now. I--"

       The infuriating brunette piped in. "How's that amnesia going?"

       Katsuki snarled and twisted, devestatingly hungry now, and Eijiro had to hold him away from his smug human friend and... her human mate? "I made it up. I was confused. I'm not now."

       Ochaco nodded. "Yeah, I figured. But," she jerked her thumb at the small gathering crowd of mortals. "You're kind of attracting an audience."

       She looked to young Midoriya for support, but the unfortunate boy looked to be in shock. "My teacher's a vampire..." He muttered. "My teacher is a vampire."

       Her disappointment in him was palpable. "Well, he's useless." She turned back to the pair and nodded at Eijiro. "Take him home, please. He's had a rough couple of weeks."

       Eijiro perked. "I can do that--"

      "No, I was talking to your violent history nerd. You're just as useless as Izuku."

       To Katsuki's delight, the redhead deflated like a balloon under the truth in her words. She had also been right about another thing--they were attracting quite a bit of attention. He pulled Eijiro's hands off him slowly, threading their fingers together to keep him close, chuckling when Eijiro blinked dubiously at the modern display. He sniffed at the girl, trying not to gag when he realized the spun sugar smell was her. "I'll take him home. Thank you. For returning him to me." Begrudingly, he pulled a card from his coat pocket and handed it to her. "Whenever you'd like me to return the favor, I'll answer. I dislike being indebted."

       Midoriya stuck himself back into the conversation. "I dislike the midterms--"

       "You're still taking the exams, you useless Deku," Katsuki sighed through his teeth. To the girl, he threatened, "If you give him that number and he calls for review questions, I swear, on all you hold holy, you will be my next meal."

       Izuku Midoriya paled. Ochaco did not. She grinned. "Deal. See you around," she glanced down at his smoldering sleeves, still sparking for the earlier magic burst, "Blasty."

       Katsuki's fangs demanded he eat her for the insult, but he managed to hold off until she and her irritating companion were out of sight. Eijiro, thinking he was being sneaky, slipped his arms around the blonde again, his teeth against his ear. "Hungry?" He asked quietly.

       "Starving," Katsuki replied immediately, leaning instinctively into the affections he had missed for so long. He cast a quick glare at the people around them, fighting a snarl at their judgement, and pulled away again. "Let's get out of here."

       Eijiro smiled at him, centuries of wondering if he'd ever see that smile again fading away. "Show me home, Katsuki."

~End~

[animensfw-smut]

(*) Means SFW

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Katsuki x Gamer! Reader 

Incest! Katsuki x Little sister! Reader

Incest! Katsuki x Little sister! Reader (No.2)

Incest! Katsuki x Little sister! Reader (No.3)

Incest! Katsuki x Little sister! Reader (No.4) 

Bakugo x Fem! Reader - In which reader and Katsuki has sex on a train~

Bakugo x Shy! Neko! Reader 

Bakugo x Innocent! Reader - In which Katsuki takes the Reader’s innocence~

Bakugou x Innocent! Reader (No.2)

Bakugo x Mineta’s Sister! Reader

Intoxicating Wolf! Bakugo x Bullied! Reader

Possessive! Bakugo x Shy! Reader

Body swapped! Bakugo, Izuku, Todoroki x Innocent! Reader

Bakugo x Innocent loli, trap, futa! Reader

Bakugo x Maid! Reader - In which Bakugo finds out his s/o works in a maid cafe~

Little! Bakugo x Mummy! Reader

Little! Bakugo x Mummy! Reader (No.2)

Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima

Vampire! Bakugo x Neko! Reader (Fantasy AU)

Dom! Shoto x Shy! Reader x Katsuki - In which Katsuki and Shoto decides to include reader in their relationship

Dom! Shoto x Shy! Reader x Katsuki (No.2)

Daddy! KiriBaku x Little! Reader

Bakugo x Succubus! Neko! Reader

Werewolf! Bakugo x Reader (*) 

Bakugo x Switch! Reader 

Bakugo x Reader (*) - In which Bakugo finds out that his crush actually has a quirk~

Bakugo x Midoriya’s little sister! Reader (*)

DekuTodoBaku x Reader x Left out! Denki

[theravencawsatmidnight]

A Fine Wine Pt2

Okay so like.. what had happened was uh. I just finished writing this . So heres pt 2 . No waiting yay!

Im so happy you guys wanted a second part cuz i love this 💋

All parts have the AFineWine tag ! 💋

“Youll..keep me around? What does that mean?”you were still dazed from the bite , youre vision was a tad blurry but you could see the little stars fading one after the other.

The vampire stepped away from you watching the blood trickle down youre chest to youre raggy clothes . He took another step back fixing his cape and posture, he spoke with authority.

“You are to address me as Lord Katsuki, or just My Lord, i dont care what you use. Youre role in this castle , is to clean , take care of the animals, you will feed youreself . But when I need to feed , i will come find you. And you will happily oblige. “

You were taken a back by this. So he just wanted a .. a maid? Then why-

“Some nights i can get a little... feral in my feedings lets hope you live through that”

Oh

“Uhm.. the butler..?”

“Kirishima can feed himself, hes not to touch you. But he will be showing you to youre room. After you change go tend to the stables “

“O-ok..”

“Yes My Lord” he snapped

“Y-yes My Lord!!!”

Kirishima flew into the room as a bat and transformed next to you , black smoke lingered around him. He held his hand out to the hallway and you followed him out.

As soon as you left Bakugo wiped the blood off his face sniffing it. There was no doubt about it, this was Pure Blood. So they were still around. Interesting... He turned sending his robe flying then resettling behind him as he went to his window . It overlooked a open field and the stables . He leaned on the window with his arm above it watching the sky .

Kirishima showed you to youre room with a smile on his face. He was surprisingly very nice and it was comforting . Youre room was way better than what you were use too. It was a canapy bed with little vines hanging from the top and all twisted around the iron . The bed was very soft with a large fur blanket on it, it looked like black bear fur . It was a large room too, very open with a pretty polished oak dresser. Ontop of it sat some clothes neatly folded. You picked them up turning to see Kirishima by the door smiling.

“Yes? “ he asked

“Uhm.. this isint”

“What you were expecting? I could say the same for you. Now dont dilly dally, the Lord can be inpatient. And the horses wont wait” he bowed closing the doors leaving you alone .

Kirishima went back to the Lord to see him at the window . He stood next to him adjusting his suit smugly.

“Remind me to thank you for bringing me this one” Bakugo hissed out

Kirishima basked in his Lords words. “I might just take you up on that My Lord. “

Bakugo rolled his eyes till he saw you walking outside to the stables . You looked happy and you pet them . Kirishima leaned over whispering. “She took a liking to the horses too.”

Bakugo spit out the window watching you, the horses seemed to really like you.

“Maybe you could take up horse back riding again” he heard his butler taunt in his ear.

Bakugo snarked turning away from the window sulking , he was hungry again.

“Didint you leave the dogs out today My Lord?”

Bakugo scoffed it off then quickly realized . He whipped around sticking his head out the window. Kirishima turned into a bat and was about to fly out when they saw the two dogs run at you.

You turned away from the horses to see a large brown dog running at you, a large grey one behind him. You screamed holding youre hands out and the dogs stopped sliding against the grass. They sniffed at you and you backed away slowly , leaving the horses . The dogs followed you and the grey one wagged its tail. You kneeled down and the brown one sniffed youre neck . He growled low and licked at youre neck wagging its tail. The grey one pounced on you licking youre face wagging its tail.

“Gah!!” You fell back laughing trying to get the dogs off you

Back up in the castle Bakugo had one foot on the window and was half way out when he saw the dogs start to lick you. Kirishima was still a bat and he was on Bakugo’s head.

“I think this one is special My Lord” he flew off his head transforming

Bakugo stared , not knowing what to make of this . His dogs always hated who Kirishima brought home. If Bakugo did not kill them in his feral state the dogs did.

“Shall i prepare youre bath My Lord? Its almost dinner time.”

Bakugo took his foot off the window straightning himself out. “No, send them.”

[gay-groundzero]

So I um...did this picture and...I can't do watercolours XD it's for @askthepriestandvampire because I love their things and they're hilarious, please bare with this sad drawing annd colours XD (I used a reference cause I can't draw anything interesting without them)

I don't know whos drawing this is but if someone does please teell me and I'll credit them for helping me draw something XD

[animensfw-smut]

Vampire! Bakugo x Neko! Reader (Fantasy AU)

Vampires have a great sense of smell, right? Since they sniff for blood or something...?

We got some fluffy Bakugo on the way~ Well, it's a bit fluffy, but not fluffy.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+

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*(y/n)'s pov*

So, i lived in the forest in a small cottage. And unfortunately, it was that time of the month. I'm in heat, bloody heat. The worst thing ever. I decided to stay in for that duration since it wasn't safe to go out, especially when there's wolves and vampires around.

I groaned, curling into my bed. My cunt clenched around nothing, and i was really wet down there. I bit into my pillow, trying to close my eyes and fall asleep. A knock on my bedroom door sounded,

"(y/n)? You in there?" My eyes widened, why did he have to choose now to visit me? I gave him a spare key to my house since we were childhood best friends.

"Go away, Katsukiiiiii..." I whined.

"Tch." As soon as i heard that, the door slammed open, and he stomped towards me,

"Hey! What the fuck's up with you?!" I whimpered, my ears falling flat against my head at the loud noise. He quietened down after realising he was too loud. A blush rose to his cheeks at my half-lidded eyes, a bright blush adorning my cheeks,

"Do you have a fever or summet?"

"I'm in heat, Katsuki..."

"O-Oh..."

"Katsuki, you should leave before i end up doing something you don't like..." He stood there, frozen in place and staring at me. I bit my lip, my thighs rubbing together,

"P-Please leave Katsuki..." He walked towards me, taking the covers from me. Katsuki stiffened when he saw i was only in my panties and they were damp, my wetness covering my inner thighs. A noticeable bulge grew in his pants and he closed his eyes,  

"Do you... Want me to help you?" My eyes widened before i whined,

"Please touch me, Katsuki~" He sucked in a breath, climbing onto my bed and slowly removing the thin material from my lower half. A string of my arousal stuck to them as he pulled them off,

"Fuck, you're so wet..." He growled slightly. I whimpered as the cold air brushed over my pussy. His finger brushed over my slit, gathering up the wetness before plunging a finger into my folds.

"A-Ah...! K-Katsuki...!' His pupils dilated as he watched me get off of his finger,

"You're already a mess and you've only got a finger inside... How amusing~" He palmed his erection as he pushed another finger inside of me. I threw my head back, his fingers knuckles-deep inside of me.

"I-It feels so n-nice..." I murmured, clenching my bedsheets. Katsuki curled his fingers inside of me before pulling out. I whined,

"K-Katsuki...!" He smirked,

"Wouldn't you rather have me inside of you?"

"Oh!" I blushed in embarrassment as i nodded my head slowly. Katsuki removed his clothes, his muscles flexing.

"C'mere~" Katsuki sat on my bed, patting his lap. I crawled over, my tail swishing behind me as i sat on his lap. I nuzzled my face into his neck, my hands gripping his shoulders.  

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, averting my eyes from him. He turned my chin towards him, pressing his lips against mine,

"I've loved you since we were little..." (No, don't say, 'but Kacchan we were five-'-.-)

I giggled,  

"I know."

"HAH?!"  

"I knew since the time you started getting more clingy towards me. It's taken you this long to confess~"  

"Tch. Was that why you always allowed to hug you and cuddle you?!" I nodded,

"Hey! At least i let you act like you were my boyfriend until now! I even let you kiss me on my cheek and hold my hand!" He rolled his eyes,

"Stop talking." He kissed me again, his tongue rubbing against mine. Katsuki lowered me onto his cock, not breaking the kiss. I moaned as he explored every inch of my mouth. Our saliva mixed together as he continued to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I broke apart from the kiss, panting for air as he licked my neck.

"Fuck, i wanna bite you..." His fangs grew a bit sharper as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

"Do you not drink animal blood?" He nodded,

"Hey! You're part animal. I can't really resist your blood."

"Did you not have breakfast?" He shook his head as he continued to suck and lick my neck. I tilted my head, giving him better access,

"Mm, you can bite me, it's not the first time." He had wanted to 'mark' me when we were both around the age of 12 and he ended up biting me because we didn't know any better.

His fangs sunk into my neck immediately, causing me to grip his hair and moan. He sucked the blood from my neck, drinking it up.

"Fuck... Don't drink so much, Katsuki..." I whimpered. He parted from my neck, pressing a kiss to the mark he made,

"You still taste the sweetest." His cock pulsed inside of me and i moaned, moving my hips.

"Heh, so impatient~"  

He thrusted up into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. I bounced myself onto his cock, closing my eyes at the pleasure.

"Does it hurt anymore?" He asked, rubbing my sides,

"N-No...! It didn't hurt a-anymore wh-when you started t-touching me..." I buried my face in his neck.

"Where do you want me to cum? I can't last much longer..." His voice was strained as he gripped my waist. I lowered myself onto his cock again, my nails digging into his skin.  

"Y-You can cum i-inside..." I moaned into his ear. He tensed up as my walls clenched around him, my cum coating his dick. He bit my neck again, his cum spilling into me.

I dozed off as his cum filled me to the brim.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Vampire Bakugou with a human s/o .3.

3 things.

1. YES 💋

2. When i first saw that face i thought of an elephant. .3.

3. I would ABSOLUTELY be okay with doing more parts on this if you guys like it

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A fine wine

In the beginning you were just a food source for him. You lived in a small village, nothing special, everybody got by with no trouble. Untill the vampire moved into the castle on the hill. People started dissapearing , bodies would be found in the rivers . Completely drained of their blood , they were covered in deep purple bruises and bite marks too.

Everyone was scared including you. Rumors started to circulate about the new neighbor and how they were connected to the bodies. You heard he had butlers he sent out to go looking for ‘Fresh Blood Packets’ and promise them wealth if they went with him up to the castle . They all went with him, and they all ended up in the river. You heard he was a feral being with no self control , you also heard he could transform into a bat and fly down to spy on the village looking for his next meal.

You tried youre best to keep a low profile but you could only do so much. One day when you came home you found youre parents crying next to a strange scary man. He was very tail with red hair , his clothes resembled a butlers. He picked you . You were his next victim.

You went with him without a fight , what would be the point? The horse and carriage was giant. The two black horses pulling it were beautiful to you. When you reached out to touch one the butler slapped youre hand away .

“Have to ask Him if you can pet them” he teased at you opening the door to the carriage.

You did not like how he answered you, he was taking you to youre death so why would he say that? You got in and he shut the door. The carriage started to move and you saw youre parents for the last time.

The ride was smooth surprisingly , must be a vampire thing..

When you arrived he opened the door letting you out. You gazed up at this menacing castle , it towered over you and sent chills down youre spine. It was all stone , it had two pointy tops , one on the left and one on the right. It was protected by a huge stone wall too. The butler opened the door bowing and you looked at him before going in.

“Are the rumors true? Am i going to be drained of my blood?”

The butler looked up flashing his fangs at you with a smile. “Why dont you find out for youreself”

You shivered at his response. The door shut behind you and you were left alone . The main room was gigantic. The ceiling looked like it went on forever, the amount of candle chandeleres hanging was impressive. The furniture looked very unique and expensive. But no vampire. Were you expected to find him youreself?

You started with the rooms that were the closest to you. They were all empty. You decided to try the upstairs next. The stairs were very pretty, a deep red rug was placed neatly on them going all the way to the door. The shiny oak stair handle was very smooth to the touch. When you reached the last step you felt... something.

The air felt thicker, and you could feel something pulling you in. The scent of caramel filled youre nose and went straight to youre brain. You wanted more of that smell. Youre feet moved by themselves following this scent. The dark hall was filled with portraits that you felt were watching you .

You stopped at a door and opened it slowly , when you did the scent hit you right in the face causing you to fall in to youre knees.

“About time ...” it was a rough and deepy husky voise that sent chills to youre beating heart

You peaked up to see the vampire sitting on his throne, leaning back with his legs spread and his fist supportkng his head. His chest was naked, he had on a deep red cape that tied around his neck and toght black pants with matching boots . His hair was blond and spikey and his eyes were red.

You quickly got up when you saw him get up from his throne. His gaze traveled all over you as he made his way to you. Once he was in front of you he took youre hand kissing it. You saw his eyes widen for a split second.

“I was worried you wouldint find me..”

“Please.. dont drain my blood i.. -“

He cupped youre cheek and pulled you closer making little ‘shh..’ sounds. You shut youre eyes tight as he leaned forward to sniff at youre neck. You smelled different than the others .

He opened his mouth licking at youre neck slowly, youre body trembled and you tried to focus on his caramel scent to calm down. He sunk his teeth in and you gasped digging youre nails into his chest . It hurt, it stung, you wanted it to stop. But then...

He could not believe what he was tasting. Pure red blood , like nothing he had ever had before. Like a rare fine wine aged to perfection. He sunk his teeth in deeper and you let out a moan, it felt amazing. Blood traveled down youre neck as he pulled himself away from you, he stared at you panting slightly , blood on his mouth.

“You...”

“Me..? I...”

“I think ill keep you around...”

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A/N. As a giant fan of Interview With A Vampire & Queen of the Damned. I loved writing this